The Mantlepiece

This poem was written by Martin Silvester.  He said “Thought I would write one for Mother’s Day for all the people, like me, who no longer have mums. Hope it’s not too sad”

The Mantlepiece 

I shed a tear, because you’re not here,
Its that time of year again.
And I shed a tear, when I go for a walk,
Along my memory lane.

To hear your voice, to hear your laugh,
To give you a Mother’s Day kiss,
How I wish I could move, the hands of life’s clock,
Back to the years, that I miss.

The cards in the shops, the flowers for sale,
Are for children to buy for their mums.
Times set aside and lunches are booked,
For when Mothering Sunday comes.

Oh to smell your perfume, to give you a hug,
To catch up with all family news.
To take you down to the coast again,
Or listen to each other’s views.

I think of the things that you loved,
Like the card you received on the day.
It would still be there on the mantelpiece,
All the way through till May.

I remember the pleasure, you showed with a smile,
When you sat down, for your special treat.
The effort you’d made, with your make up and hair,
New dress, plus new shoes on your feet.

If I close my eyes, I can still see your face,
And you’re warm, safe and snug in my heart.
Happy Mother’s Day mum, I’ll love you forever,
You’re still here, even though we’re apart.

Written by: Martin Silvester